This has been a little while coming, and I honestly did not expect it to turn out quite like this.

This is...my third time writing smut; but the first time I wussed out before they even took all their clothes off, and the second one sucked and will never see the light of day. But I quite like this one, so here we go.

I apologise if the French is wrong; I kept it pretty simple, and it looks all right, but let me know if there's anything wrong and I'll change it.

Thank you very very much to damonia cassandra for correcting my French :D

Part one of my Christmas present for Priya (i'm tangled up in you); she's one of my best friends and she deserves so much love it's ridiculous.

"Kurt, I can't do it."

Kurt peered at Blaine over the top of his algebra textbook.

"You need to study, Blaine, your test is tomorrow."

"But French is so hard! I don't get it."

Kurt sighed. "What's your test on?" he asked.

"The imperative," Blaine said, trying to look helpless so that Kurt would take pity on him.

Kurt sighed again and rolled his eyes. That's not fair, he thought, He knows I can't resist his puppy dog eyes. "Okay, how about this - we'll play a game to help you," he said, smirking as an idea formed in his head. He didn't think Blaine would object.

"Oh really?" Blaine said, matching Kurt's smile. It seemed that he knew exactly what Kurt was thinking. "And what would this game be?"

"I will give you some instructions - in French, using the imperative, of course - and you need to carry them out. If you get them right, then you get a go. But if you get them wrong...the consequences will be dire."

"Ferme la bouche et embrasse-moi," Kurt said breathlessy. he was pressed close against Blaine, his breathing shallow and ragged.

Blaine grinned at Kurt's sudden change of mood. He didn't know what he'd done to prompt it, but he wasn't complaining.

"D'accord, d'accord." Blaine kissed Kurt again, deeper and slower and more sensual. Kurt didn't protest as Blaine slipped his tongue into his mouth and lengthened the kiss. He slipped his hand under Kurt's shirt, fingers dancing over the skin of his hip. Kurt jerked away abruptly.

"Ne touche pas!" Blaine removed his hand quickly, looking at Kurt and wondering what had happened.

"Merci beaucoup," Blaine murmured. He leaned forwards slowly and kissed Kurt once more, taking care to keep it slow and soft. He let Kurt take the lead this time, parting his lips to let Kurt's tongue dip into his mouth; and kept his hands to himself, not wanting to scare Kurt again...at least until he heard Kurt moan his name.

"Blaine...touche-moi, s'il te plaît."

"Où?" Blaine asked again. Something in Kurt's expression, his dilated pupils and kiss-bruised lips, told Blaine he'd be getting a different answer this time around.

"Ah, ici?" Blaine slid his hand lower and pressed his palm against Kurt's erection. Kurt gave a broken gasp and thrust his hips up, increasing the pressure on his cock.

"Blaine...ah...mon dieu..."

Blaine shifted forwards, settling in Kurt's lap and pressing their hips together. He pulled his hand away before it could get trapped, replacing its pressure by thrusting against Kurt's leg, his boyfriend's whine catching in his throat and turning into a deep, throaty moan.

"God...Blaine..."

"En français, mon cher."

"No. Please, just...just don't stop," Kurt said, his defiant tone ruined by the breathy quality of his voice. He matched Blaine's thrusts, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Blaine's dark curls and pull him in for a deep, heated kiss.

Kurt evidently felt it too, because he suddenly stiffened and shuddered beneath Blaine, pulling on his hair. This pushed Blaine over the edge and he came along with Kurt, collapsing to lie, exhausted, across Kurt's chest.

Kurt breathed in short, sharp gasps, seeming to far more oxygen than usual.

"That was...that wa amazing."

"'Amazing' doesn't really seem to cover it, but I'm going to have to agree with you, because I don't know another word for it."

"Buy a dictionary," Kurt quipped.

"A thesaurus, you mean," Blaine countered.

"Shut up."

They were both silent for a moment. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, holding him close. Then Blaine said, "Something tells me I'm going to ace my French test tomorrow."